Capsized By You

Chapter 1b

Levi

The call was taking longer than needed, but if he could pull this off, it would be the most outstanding achievement in Sea Dragon history. Control over all business being conducted on the open water and a truce with the humans. The years of fighting have left them all with scars, regrets, and exhaustion that weighs heavily on the soul. This Pyro guy was long-winded with sugared words, none that Levi cared about. All he wanted to hear was, 'We got a deal,' Or something like that. His father nudged his bouncing leg, and he stilled it.

"We've been going back and forth for the last year. If we disagree today, then we never will, so Mr. Pyro, what will it be," Levi said.

His father and council members glared hard at him. Levi wondered if they would've been able to hold their poker face if this meeting was face to face. He was growing tired of the games and posturing; they needed an answer. Every day more people die, leaving behind families with a thirst for revenge feeding the cycle. The line went quiet, and he thought the man hung up as he reached to hang up.

"You drive a hard bargain, but I have one condition," Mr. Pyro said.

Levi rolled his neck, releasing the tension as it cracked, "What is that," he sighed.

"I want assurance that we won't be double-crossed."

"Should we pinky swear then," Levi said.

"Tempting, but I had something else in mind. A marriage between you and my youngest daughter."

Levi clenched the arm of his chair. Did his old man broker this deal behind his back? He had been avoiding marriage since he turned eighteen. It was his turn to glare, and sure enough, his father met it head-on with a smile. Zander Kinsley, still a sly fox in your ancient age. From what Levi knew, Pyro's oldest daughter just turned thirty-two, which was already young in his eyes. His youngest must be somewhere in her twenties; he grunted. She would be half his age, whiny, and in need of lots of babysitting. What would he even do with a virgin?

"So, what will it be, Mr. Kinsley?"

For his clan and peace, he would do anything.

"Deal."

As the call ended, he rolled the hell out of his neck. The tension kept returning and with a vengeance.

"Looks like everything will work out after all," Zander said.

"I smell your hand all through this, but we have a bigger problem," Levi said, glancing at the empty chair at the table, "No one from Kraken Clan is here."

He summoned everyone here; not showing up without a word is a direct challenge to his rule. After completing the most significant feat in history, they're plunged into war. A war that could end the deal before it could begin.

"Send another summons if they don't respond, then they'll face the consequences," Levi said, ending the meeting.

The trip back to his home was long, but nothing beat the view. As he entered, a dark silhouette sat on his bed. The fireplace gave light to the seating area but not to the dark figure. He walked in and sat facing the bed. A drink waited for him on the table, his favorite, no ice and strong. The dark liquid helped some, but not enough to erase his fleeting freedom.

"Welcome back," a sweet voice said.

"Thank you, it's good to be home," Levi said, finishing his drink.

"Were you successful," she asked.

"Yes."

She made her way into the dim light. Her facial features were delicate and refined. She took his glass and placed it back on the coaster, just how he liked it. A little to the left so that it was easier to grab. Straddling his lap, she kissed him. Eager as always, she worked to make him as bare as she was. Levi reached into the jar he kept by the chair for these occasions. She tried to take it, but he was quicker.

"I haven't been with anyone else," she said.

"Good," Levi said, opening it.

"Then why?"

"Mistakes could happen," sliding it on.

Levi knew what she was after. Just like all the other women who threw themselves at him. They hoped that they would be the ones he chose to rule with him. To be the mother of the next generation. He stopped her before she could seat herself on him.

"This will be our last time."

"What," she frowned, "Did I do something wrong?"

"I'm getting married. When I return, I will, with a wife."

"What does that have to do with us? Many have—"

"I'm not many, and I will be fully committed."

No matter how much his future wife whined or babysitting he would have to do. He might have to hire more guards to keep her out of trouble. Being so young, she hasn't had time to explore the world or men, and her curiosity could be a big problem. What could he—his thoughts come to a halt as she eased onto him.

She did good work on his dick. She wasn't a virgin when they met, but she only gave it to him. He appreciated that about her, loyalty. Unfortunately, sex was all they had in common, mind-blowing sex that would turn a monk into a nympho.

Levi took her by the hips and thrust. He was going to enjoy this, and the last moments he had as a free man. She held onto his shoulders for dear life and squeezed him with her lower half. He could tell she was trying to leave a lasting impression on him as she tried to take control. That wasn't his style.

He stood up, making her lose the little leverage she had, and continued his pace. Her legs wrapped around him tighter the deeper he went. She wasn't vocal which was fine by him. He could still tell when she was close by her breathing. When he got it deep like now, he knew she was trying to hold on, and it was also when he would give her a thumb in the backdoor to push her over the edge.